admit it。 Isn't it funny to see me being wheeled about； like a
child in a perambulator？ Returning to first principles； I call
it。 You see it's a law of my nature that I must go about。 The
doctor won't let me go about outside the house； so I go about
inside the house。 Matilda is the nurse； and I am the baby who
will learn to walk some of these days。 Are you tired； Matilda？
No？ Then give me another turn； there's a good creature。 Movement；
perpetual movement； is a law of Nature。 Oh； dear no； doctor； I
didn't make that discovery for myself。 Some eminent scientific
person mentioned it in a lecture。 The ugliest man I ever saw。 Now
back again； Matilda。 Let me introduce you to my friends； Father
Benwell。 Introducing is out of fashion； I know。 But I am one of
the few women who can resist the tyranny of fashion。 I like
introducing people。 Sir John DroneFather Benwell。 Father
BenwellDoctor Wybrow。 Ah； yes； you know the doctor by
reputation？ Shall I give you his character？ Personally charming；
professionally detestable。 Pardon my impudence； doctor； it is one
of the consequences of the overflowing state of my health。
Another turn； Matildaand a little faster this time。 Oh； how I
wish I was traveling by railway！〃
There； her breath failed her。 She reclined in her chair； and
fanned herself silentlyfor a while。
I was now able to turn my attention to the two visitors。 Sir John
Drone； it was easy to see； would be no obstacle to confidential
conversation with Mrs。 Eyrecourt。 An excellent country gentleman；
with the bald head； the ruddy complexion； and the inexhaustible
capacity for silence； so familiar to us in English societythere
you have the true description of Sir John。 But the famous
physician was quite another sort of man。 I had only to look at
him； and to feel myself condemned to small talk while _he_ was in
the room。
You have always heard of it in my correspondence； whenever I have
been in the wrong。 I was in the wrong again nowI had forgotten
the law of chances。 Capricious Fortune； after a long interval；
was about to declare herself again in my favor； by means of the
very woman who had twice already got the better of me。 What a
recompense for my kind inquiries after Mrs。 Eyrecourt！ She
recovered breath enough to begin talking again。
〃Dear me； how dull you are！〃 she said to us。 〃Why don't you amuse
a poor prisoner confined to the house？ Rest a little； Matilda； or
you will be falling ill next。 Doctor！ is this your last
professional visit？〃
〃Promise to take care of yourself； Mrs。 Eyrecourt； and I will
confess that the professional visits are over。 I come here to…day
only as a friend。〃
〃You best of men！ Do me another favor。 Enliven our dullness。 Tell
us some interesting story about a patient。 These great doctors；
Sir John； pass their lives in a perfect atmosphere of romance。
Dr。 Wybrow's consulting…room is like your confessional； Father
Benwell。 The most fascinating sins and sorrows are poured into
his ears。 What is the last romance in real life； doctor； that has
asked you to treat it medically？ We don't want names and
placeswe are good children； we only want a story。〃
Dr。 Wybrow looked at me with a smile。
〃It is impossible to persuade ladies；〃 he said； 〃that we； too；
are father…confessors in our way。 The first duty of a doctor；
Mrs。 Eyrecourt〃
〃Is to cure people； of course；〃 she interposed in her smartest
manner。
The doctor answered seriously。 〃No； indeed。 That is only the
second duty。 Our first duty is invariably to respect the
confidence of our patients。 However；〃 he resumed in his easier
tone； 〃I happen to have seen a patient to…day； under
circumstances which the rules of professional honor do not forbid
me to mention。 I don't know； Mrs。 Eyrecourt； whether you will
quite like to be introduced to the scene of the story。 The scene
is in a madhouse。〃
Mrs。 Eyrecourt burst out with a coquettish little scream； and
shook her fan at the doctor。 〃No horrors！〃 she cried。 〃The bare
idea of a madhouse distracts me with terror。 Oh； fie； fie！ I
won't listen to youI won't look at youI positively refuse to
be frightened out of my wits。 Matilda！ wheel me away to the
furthest end of the room。 My vivid imagination； Father Benwell；
is my rock ahead in life。 I declare I can _smell_ the odious
madhouse。 Go straight to the window； Matilda； I want to bury my
nose among the flowers。〃
Sir John； upon this； spoke for the first time。 His language
consisted entirely of beginnings of sentences； mutely completed
by a smile。 〃Upon my word； you know。 Eh； Doctor Wybrow？ A man of
your experience。 Horrors in madhouses。 A lady in delicate health。
No； really。 Upon my honor； now； I cannot。 Something funny； oh
yes。 But such a subject； oh no。〃
He rose to leave us。 Dr。 Wybrow gently stopped him。 〃I had a
motive； Sir John；〃 he said； 〃but I won't trouble you with
needless explanations。 There is a person； unknown to me； whom I
want to discover。 You are a great deal in society when you are in
London。 May I ask if you have ever met with a gentleman named
Winterfield？〃
I have always considered the power of self…control as one of the
strongest points in my character。 For the future I shall be more
humble。 When I heard that name； my surprise so completely
mastered me that I sat self…betrayed to Dr。 Wybrow as the man who
could answer his question。
In the meanwhile； Sir John took his time to consider； and
discovered that he had never heard of a person named Winterfield。
Having acknowledged his ignorance； in his own eloquent language；
he drifted away to the window…box in the next room； and gravely
contemplated Mrs。 Eyrecourt； with her nose buried in flowers。
The doctor turned to me。 〃Am I wrong； Father Benwell； in
supposing that I had better have addressed myself to _you？〃_
I admitted that I knew a gentleman named Winterfield。
Dr。 Wybrow got up directly。 〃Have you a few minutes to spare？〃 he
asked。 It is needless to say that I was at the doctor's disposal。
〃My house is close by； and my carriage is at the door；〃 he
resumed。 〃When you feel inclined to say good…by to our friend
Mrs。 Eyrecourt； I have something to say to you which I think you
ought to know。〃
We took our departure at once。 Mrs。 Eyrecourt （leaving some of
the color of her nose among the flowers） patted me encouragingly
with her fan； and told the doctor that he was forgiven； on the
understanding that he would 〃never do it again。〃 In five minutes
more we were in Dr。 Wybrow's study。
My watch tells me that I cannot hope to finish this letter by
post time。 Accept what I have written thus farand be assured
that the conclusion of my report shall follow a day later。
II。
The doctor began cautiously。 〃Winterfield is not a very common
name；〃 he said。 〃But it may not be amiss； Father Benwell； to
discover； if we can； whether _your_ Winterfield is the man of
whom I am in search。 Do you only know him by name？ or are you a
friend of his？〃
I answered； of course； that I was a friend。
Dr。 Wybrow went on。 〃Will you pardon me if I venture on an
indiscreet question？ When you are acquainted with the
circumstances； I am sure you will understand and excuse me。 Are
you aware of anywhat shall I call it？any romantic incident in
Mr。 Winterfield's past life？〃
This timefeeling myself； in all probability； on the brink of
discoveryI was careful to preserve my composure。 I said；
quietly： 〃Some such incident as you describe has occurred in Mr。
Winterfield's past life。〃 There I stopped discreetly； and looked
as if I knew all about it。
The doctor showed no curiosity to hear more。 〃My object；〃 he went
on； 〃was merely to be reasonably sure that I was speaking to the
right person； in speaking to you。 I may now tell you that I have
no personal interest in trying to discover Mr。 Winterfield； I
only act as the representative of an old friend of mine。 He is
the proprietor of a private asylum at Sandswortha man whose
integrity is beyond dispute； or he would not be my friend。 You
understand my motive in saying this？〃
Proprietors of private asylums are； in these days； the objects of
very general distrust in England。 I understood the doctor's
motive perfectly。
He proceeded。 〃Yesterday evening； my friend called upon me； and
said that he had a remarkable case in his house； which he
believed would interest me。 The person to whom he alluded was a
French boy； whose mental powers had been imperfectly developed
from his childhood。 The mischief had been aggravated； when he was
about thirteen years old； by a serious fright。 When he was placed
in my asylum； he was not idiotic； and not dangerously madit was
a case （not to use technical language） of deficient intelligence；
tending sometimes toward acts of unreasoning mischief and petty
theft； but never approaching to acts of downright violence。 My
friend was especially interested in the ladwon his confidence
and affection by acts of kindnessand so improved his bodily
health as to justify some hope of also improving the state of his
mind； when a misfortune occurred which has altered the whole
prospect。 The poor creature has fallen ill of a fever； and the